Текст песни УННВ - Музыка твоего деда

Verse One: Crash
I spun the wheel of fortune to the fullest,
Hip-hop criticism contorted face.
On the ring finger, an erogenous ring
Only you and I will crown you in Paris.
And our music is just as old
And we are all the same from black and coarse grinding.
You still haven't got into the essence of our joke,
Try sleeping with a female praying mantis twice.
We will decorate your buffet table with this portion of brine,
Rhyme like a boot on a crystal vase.
And so that our souls do not get infected,
We do not climb out of the subway, but we do it deeper and deeper, out of phase.
Scan hashish on a hair dryer, well, who is my friend in his thoughts, at least once did not jump from the roofs.
You thought our party was worse than your fashion movement,
Why are you fucking there, my district, my Paris! Receive and sign!
You are fat or skinny, but it gets harder and harder to get simpler.
Think, old age does not mean that there is no power.
Yes, our mp3 kid, will wrinkle anyone, rinse your throat.
Already bursting at the seams, and each note is like subcutaneous ticks.
I will encode you in Morse code in my head I Y, I H, I H, I B !!

Second Verse: Anq
Understand, even if I become a grandfather, I won't walk with a pistol,
I will share with you sneakers, a bicycle.
Betrayed in my head, remember who was always there,
Remember who has always been betrayed.
Facades with fresh paint won't mask the ghetto
Fuck you looking for the meaning of the words in my verses.
I have not finished four universities
Grandfather's music, fucking without a patent,
Forgetting about the norms of etiquette, I behave quite intelligently,
And there is no me on the documents.
But I am alive at the same time, I scored all the signs.
Anyone who hears this will never become impotent.
Appreciate the moment of young years, open your soul to hundreds of kilometers.
And even the specials won't stop us. super agents.
A dog's paradise for competitors, I've been managing the weather since I was nine.
After I was captured by aliens
And no problem, no problem.
I'm not waiting for changes anymore, I'm waiting for changes.

Third Verse: Marik Marakesh
We glow like beacons, embers are smoking
Our secrets are far away, they are filled at the bottom of the chests.
We melt like lava, we sting like wild wasps.
As through the veins of hundreds of doses, we are your last prichondos.
We are like her without a cocoon, suspended animation, like an overdose,
Frost on the body, lethal anesthesia is introduced into the remnants of consciousness.
We are like cirrhosis, we are like diarrhea, under your nose.
Like the loss of your gray fluffy hair.
This is fat, this is light, this is dirt, this is a blow job.
Here, from your meat brains, we fry a well-fed omelet.
It's like a blanket when it's warm, when there are no veins for a long time.
This is a movie, there are no actors, and your balls are like an anchor to the bottom.
We are like a stain, but we cannot be washed away.
We are like love, but we cannot be exchanged.
To lies and lust, fake fuck
Not identifying the corpse, not realizing how stupid it is.
Do not peel a vegetable off the asphalt, all of itself is like a fruit.
The circle narrowed, under the guise of a hero cunt.
And your spirited spirit tingled like feathers and fluff.
We live in concrete, fly and dig in a marathon.
On the trails in search of sobriety, the days where we drown.
Trapped in agonies, hidden feelings and stories.
Misunderstandings, fake faces hovering in the background
We are funny, we set out our will.
We are for expanse without pain in a world steeped in stench.